THE RELENTING PURSUER | I AND PEOPLE

I can’t rush it like a rider spurring his horse

It comes when it wills

I keep waiting and capturing it when it does

Like a rare cloud showering over the endless desert

I try to collect the rain water in the roof

of my house in the wasteland

It has no pity nor love

It wanders bondfree and lustfree

I can’t attract it with tears or sighs

Stop chasing it when I do

It teases with fresh drops

It refreshes my soul

and out come the words

out comes the destiny

-Eternity

BY NISTHA

 

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